Over the course of the last –ugh–seven months, I have been rejected for so many jobs. So many. Too many. The end of each month when I have to write my rent check is always the worst part of the month for me.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was rejected for a job I did sort of want, I took myself to a Mets game. So this weekend, I am going to try to go to the US Open. And I am going to make pie for the sweet ladies in my office, who are so nice. We have a “pie poll” on the wall, and everyone gets to vote on the flavor of pie that I will bake. The choices are strawberry-rhubarb, peach, chess, and apple.
Keeping your spirits up is vital! Non-sports and non-butter related suggestions are, of course, welcome!